"A while? Not like I've been in two separate wars or anything!" [i]Victoria yelled back, though it was hard to tell if she was genuinely serious about Vance's.. or Victor's.. or Amne's.. or whoever's second disappearance, though she hadn't punched him. Yet, anyway.[/i] [i]Though the super soldier would rip her shield out from the ground once Vance had unleashed his sudden blaze, the fire in the distance flickering off of the black lens that would hide and shield away Victoria's eyes from the ruination of the scene. She sighed a little, staring down at her pistol before clicking on the safety and holstering the weapon.[/i] "They'll be back.. won't they? Or are we coming to them? ...Now all we need is a knocked out child, and this would be deja vu.."

“Deja vu? In what way?” It was evident that though Vance could clearly remember who Victoria was, the details of their meeting were... a little hazy, to say the least. Regardless, he began approaching the scene with caution–his emerald green eyes flickered, changing to a fiery, sapphire blue. His right fingertips were smoldering, giving off thin fumes of smoke with occasional blue sparks. “In truth, I’d like to go to them,” He replied. “I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night until I know this village is safe from these bаstards.” There were still a couple enemies remaining, though that would be swiftly dealt with by a sudden snap of the fingers on his right hand, pointed in the general direction of the hiding kidnappers. After about three-fourths of a second, wild, sapphire flames appeared on them–guttural screams occurred as the unnaturally blue flames devoured and disintegrated their flesh, leaving only their clothing. The blue flames caused no damage. But the napalm had, and Vance went about cleaning that up by simply opening his mouth and inhaling. All of the flames that had been left over from the blast of napalm gravitated toward Vance, literally [i]entering his mouth.[/i] He kept inhaling, and once all the flames were gone, swallowed, exhaled. Their was still the damage from the blast, but at least the fire wouldn’t spread. “On second thought, we probably should’ve kept one alive for interrogation,” He reflected, now that he was trying to look for their hideout. “If they even speak English.”

[i]Victoria would keep her silence as Vance would finish off the remaining combatants that had escaped the wrath of flame and onslaught of bullets. She would also keep quiet as Vance.. well, swallowed the flames, as if devouring them for a later use.[/i] [i]She was a little tempted to see if she could pull that off, jokingly.[/i] "We can wait for them to reveal themselves, but that would beg for a surprise assault. Asking around town, though.. We could do that, if anyone here speaks English at all."

“Whelp... guess we could call this a date?” He asked with a slight, joking grin. A date through some obscure, foreign village where they couldn’t read or understand a thing, trying to find a bunch of bad guys of which the only information they had were that they were bad guys. Secretly, Vance was quite the romantic. Regardless, he would begin leading the way by exiting the plaza the same way he’d entered, picking up his cloak along the way. He threw the piece of cloth over himself, inserted his arms through their respective spots, then began strolling through the now-deserted streets like he owned the place. As he walked, he’d think out loud, half to himself, half to Victoria. “If I were the leader of a criminal faction in a village I was trying to take over or whatever their goal is... where would I hide?” He looked around at the vendor stalls that were scattered through the street after the human stampede. They were abandoned, yes, but Vance wasn’t looking for people. “Vic, if ya find a map of this town anywhere, let me know,” He said. If nobody was around to ask for information, they could try finding it on their own.